Nothing but good news

The last two days were perfectly crazy, as we, dressed up as Grandfather Frost and Snow Maiden visited practically all of Lugansk.
By the evening we were barely standing and it seems I dreamed we visited more kids and made them read poetry.
Cars were honking at us, people were waving and nearly all the adults were excitedly conveying us New Year’s greetings.
We visited many apartments, but this post will cover only those which you already know.
The people we help, those whom you periodically see on the pages of this blog.
Here we are visiting the family of Vitaliy, a militiaman from Rubezhnoye. Vitaliy spent over a year in captivity in Ukraine. Now he, his wife, and son live in a dorm in Lugansk.


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Just don’t cry!

But this is not a sad post. Rather the opposite.
I recently wrote about the story of the heroic and amazing Lyubov Mikhailovna Chernykh from Lugansk. About how she lost a leg and an arm to shellfire, while she was helping at the poultry farm to clean up the chicken corpses. During the summer, when there was a threat to the city from infection.
When men refused to go to dig up the rotting carcasses. When one could spend no more than 15 minutes there, because people would lose consciousness. From the stench and heat. And under constant shelling.
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Women and War

A friend sent me a message about my visits to the Donbass: “Is it worth it? Oligarch clans are fighting it out. Ordinary people are dying. It’s a story as old as the world itself.”
I was actually discouraged by that. What can I say? In the last several weeks, the question asked most frequently by my friends has been “why take the risk?”
I can cite a single story in reply.
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